“Come for me,” I demand, my voice muffled but fierce. “Let me feel you shatter.” And she does—her pussy clenching around my fingers, her cries filling the room as she floods my mouth with her release. I lap it all up, not stopping until she's limp and panting beneath me.
I pull back for just a moment, forehead against hers, gasping, hands still holding her, gripping her thighs possessively. I let her see the fire, the possessiveness, the protectiveness in my eyes.
“Every part of you. I’m not letting go,” I murmur, low, dangerous, reverent.
Her eyes flutter closed, lips parted, and I feel her surrender, fully, utterly, and it drives me over the edge. I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging her slick folds, and thrust in slowly, inch by inch, stretching her around my thickness. She gasps, her nails raking down my back, and I bury myself to the hilt, groaning at how perfectly she grips me.
I adjust to let her rise against me, her hands clutching my shoulders, her body seeking mine, and I give myself to her, letting every ounce of control, of desire, of care flow into this, into her, into us. I pull back and slam in again, setting a hard rhythm, my hips snapping against hers. The bed creaks under us, her breasts bouncingwith each thrust, and I lean down to capture one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard as I fuck her deeper.
“Take it all,” I growl against her skin, my hand sliding between us to rub her clit in tight circles. “You're so tight, so perfect—made for my cock.” She whimpers, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me in closer, and I lose myself in the sensation, pounding into her with possessive force, claiming every inch of her body.
Her walls flutter around me, another orgasm building, and I angle my hips to hit that spot inside her relentlessly.
“Come on my cock, darling,” She shatters again, her pussy squeezing me like a vice, and it's enough to push me over— I thrust deep one last time, spilling inside her, hot spurts of cum filling her as I roar her name.
And as she trembles beneath me, cries low and breathless, gasping my name, I hold her, steady her, anchor her, letting her know that in this storm, in this chaos, she is safe. She is mine. And I will never let anything take her away.
I collapse beside her, pulling her into my chest, our sweat-slicked bodies tangled together. My hand strokes her hair, my lips pressing soft kisses to her temple.
“I've got you,” I whisper, my voice steady now, protective. “Always.”
Her breath evens out slowly against my chest, each inhale still shaky, each exhale a soft rush of warmth across my skin. She’s melted into me—utterly, completely—her thigh hooked over mine, her fingers curled loosely against my ribs like she’s afraid to let go even in her sleep-dazed state.
I don’t move. I barely breathe.
She’s fragile right now. Soft in a way I’ve never seen her. Definitely not Lucky Pink, the version of herself she performs for the world. Just… her. Raw. Spent. Safe.
I drag my hand down her spine, slow and steady, feeling the goosebumps rise under my palm. She sighs at the contact—tiny, involuntary—and something in my chest gives way.
Christ.
I hold her tighter.
Her cheek is pressed against my sternum, warm and damp from sweat, and I kiss the top of her head again because I can’t help myself. She fits there—right there—like she was meant to.
My pulse is still running high, but it’s not the sex.
It’s her.
The way she clung to me like I was the only solid thing in her world.
The way she said my name like it meant something.
The way she let go in my arms.
Lucky shifts slightly, burrowing closer, her breath brushing my neck. A quiet hum escapes her, the kind people make when they feel safe without realizing it.
I close my eyes.
Safe.
She hasn’t had that word in her vocabulary for a long time. Maybe ever.
My fingers slide into her hair, combing through the dark strands gently, untangling knots one at a time. Hers tighten against me in response, like she’s holding onto a lifeline.
“You’re all right,” I whisper into her hair. “I’ve got you. You’re all right.”
She nuzzles closer, like she hears it even half-asleep.
